For two days Beyond was waited on hand and foot. When he wanted silence, the whole house fell into a hush. When he desired the presence of another person, that person would be in his company within a minute. When he needed something, it was brought to him without complaint. Finally, Beyond had the sort of life he had wanted. But he was still not satisfied and that third day was growing ever closer to reality.

In his eyes, there was still a lot of preparation to do. He had to set the scene, he had to make sure he had the right materials, he had to ensure he would not be disturbed. This could take hours if he was to do it to the standard he required. And so, on that third day, Beyond skipped school, merely leaving the house for half a hour to give his parents time to depart for work. The woman would be home three hours before the man, that gave him enough time to execute the kill efficiently and to his expectations.

Excited did not begin to describe the young boy.

First on the list was to clean the entire house. This would have to be repeated after the killing as well, but for now it was important for him to ensure any blood could be lifted from the surfaces easily. He did not intend to leave stains. Beyond had told his parents that he would be late home since he was 'visiting a friend's home'. Of course, this was a lie, Beyond did not have friends, but the lie had effectively provided him with a few extra hours to dispose of the body without the male of the household getting suspicious as to his whereabouts.

The child had thought of everything, including the cover for her disappearance. The letter was simple, merely explaining that she had been cheating on him and was not satisfied with living in the same home as him anymore. Therefore, she was leaving with another man. It was believable, of course, the woman had been cheating on him, for quite some time it appeared. But perfecting her handwriting had taken hours of studying previous notes she had written to ensure there would be no suspicions.

Everything had to be perfect.

And so, when his 'mother' returned home from work to find Beyond sat in the armchair in the living room, she was more than a little surprised. Her eyes widened momentarily before she recognised the young boy, her hand flying to her chest in an attempt to communicate how he had startled her. Beyond's smirk was evident. I haven't even begun.

"Oh, hello honey. You're home early."

He did not want idle chit-chat. He did not have time or patience for idle chit-chat.

"I am aware."

His voice was quiet and focused as he stood up and sauntered over to her, his arms outstretched in a request for a hug. Beyond had learnt to cry on demand at a very young age, often finding it useful in situations he happened to get in way too often. And now was no exception. She quickly bent down and lifted him into her arms, patting his back in an attempt of comfort.

"Oh, sweetie, what's wrong?! Did something happen?"

His small head nodded against her neck, a sick and manic grin plastered onto his features.

"Yes. My mother's a whore."

The small needle was pressed into her neck and the Etorphine was quickly administered into her blood stream. She was out before she could protest, her body dropping to the floor with a soft thump.

Beyond landed in a crouch and straightened himself, looking around briefly before getting to work. There were certain things which needed to be prepared. Her body had to be cleaned and arranged perfectly on the dining table although, of course, it would not be staying there long. If he remained on schedule there would only be two minutes and twenty four seconds to appreciate the work which he had done. Two minutes, twenty four seconds. A life could be taken in that time. In the perfect circumstances, he would have enjoyed to have at least ten minutes to bask in his glorious actions, perhaps a hour if he wanted to allow himself to relax for a small while after, but these were not perfect circumstances. These weren't even mediocre.

With a sigh, Beyond pulled a chair to the side of the table, which his 'mother' was now laid across, her hands clasped below her breasts as though she were lying in a coffin, and he pulled himself up to stare down at her. His eyes swept over her limp body as he analysed where would be best to make the first incision. He wanted it to be perfect. It had to be perfect. If it wasn't, this would have all been a waste of time and energy and that was not something Beyond was willing to accept.

"If I cut the internal jugular, you'll bleed to death within two minutes. If I cut the external jugular, you'll bleed to death within five minutes. If I cut both you'll be dead within the minute."

His mutterings were mostly to himself as he pointed with the tip of the blade to each area he spoke of. This was something he had hoped to have decided before today but, unfortunately, he had been too easily distracted by the concept of actually taking her life. The knowledge that he was about to do just that excited him to the point where he could barely withstand it.

"However, that may cause a lot of mess and that would require a lot more cleaning than I may have time for." His knife moved to her chest, the point resting gently on the material below. "Perhaps a direct stab through the rib cage, into the heart below would be better. There would be less blood loss and it would be easier to hide were anything to go wrong."

But he wasn't sure what it was he had hoped to do for his first kill. Obviously, he had wanted something much more extravagant, something he could look back on in his later years and be proud of. Something he could say was his first kill with a grin. This woman was not what he was expecting to be below his blade first, but somethings cannot be helped.

With a firm nod, Beyond's arms raised above his head, the tip of the blade positioned directly above her chest, and he grinned. He had made his decision. The predator was ready to kill his prey. Now was the time to strike.

"Goodbye, mother."

His hands came down, the knife plunging into the soft skin below and going straight through to the heart. Beyond relished in the feeling of the flesh parting below his weapon and continued to push until he felt her heart pop from the pressure. At that moment he stopped and looked down, breathing heavily. She was still unconscious, luckily, causing a small grin to cover the child's face. Etorphine is a good choice then. He would remember that for future reference.

Beyond released the blade and leant away, inspecting his handy work for a moment to ensure there wasn't anything he could have done better. There wasn't. The kill was flawless. Perfect.

That was until the young killer heard footsteps stop behind him and a sharp intake of breath, indicating the presence of another individual inside the house. He turned quickly, wobbling slightly on the chair, to see who was disturbing him only to find the fool of a man who called himself Beyond's father stood there, looking bewildered and confused.

"W-what's happening?"

In truth, Beyond's heart was beating at twice its usual pace, the rush of adrenaline and now, mild, fear that was now building up within his body proving to have quite a severe effect inside him. This was not the plan. The fool was not meant to be home yet. Beyond was meant to have hours to dispose of the body effectively, yet here he was, stood with his eyes wide and upset as he took in the scene of his recently murdered wife and his new found killer of a son. But B did not have time to panic, only time to react. If he were to wait any longer, things could go drastically wrong within a matter of seconds.

A small chuckle rumbled through the child's chest, his eyes dropping and his lips turning up into a slight smirk as a plan formed within his mind. This could be fixed easily.

"Oh, you fool. If you had stayed away just a few hours longer I would have spared your life."

His voice was low and dangerous as his gaze rose to meet that of the, now purely terrified, man before him. Clearly, the adults brain was not fast enough or developed enough to withstand the pace at which the events before him were happening. Silently, Beyond wondered how long he would have to wait before the man screamed, but that was not an experiment he had time to run.

"Wh-what?"

Beyond dropped from the chair, pulling the knife from the deceased woman's chest as he went, and wandered over to him. With a smile he held out the blade and tilted his head.

"Do not speak if you are going to stutter. The sound infuriates me. Now, be a good father and hold this for me."

The man took the blade without even a second thought, clearly trying to make sense of what he was seeing and what his adopted child was saying before processing anything else.

"Good. Now then, here is what's going to happen. You are going to have your throat slit and you will then proceed to die before me. I will then call the Police and, when they arrive, I will tell them that you discovered your wife was having an affair and, in a fit of rage, stabbed her in the chest. When you realised what you had done, you couldn't live with the guilt and took your own life leaving me, your child, to be an orphan, once again. How inconsiderate of you. Really, I would have expected better from new parents."

The look which was plastered upon the elders face was almost amusing and, had the circumstances been any different, Beyond may have laughed at him. But there was no time for humour. There was a job to be done.

"She was cheating on me?"

"Yes, you fool. She was."

And with that, Beyond stretched up and drew the man's hand across his neck, watching as the blade sliced through the skin easily before parting to allow his life source to seep from the wound. It only seeped for a moment though. It poured after that. He had successfully sliced through both the internal and external jugular, leaving him with no time to save himself, only enough time to drop to the floor and die.

"I expected more."

At this stage, Beyond had lost all hint of emotion within the tones of his voice, his eyes remaining dull and uninterested as he made his way to the phone in the hall. There was a job to finish, after all.

The child returned to the orphanage that night after being thoroughly questioned and cleaned of the blood from his clothes. Only this time Beyond did not return as just an orphan. This time he returned as something much more dangerous.

Beyond Birthday returned as a killer.

*Authors Note*: My apologies for not updating in so long. The unfortunate news is that my Grandmother passed away after her health declined to such an extent that there was no possible chance of recovery. After that, I did not feel like writing for a while. But now, I am back to my usual self and am able to write again although I am currently going through exams in University so may not be able to update frequently until late June.

Thank you for your patience and thank you to those who reviewed, subscribed, followed or favourited. Your support is very much appreciated and I look forward to writing the next chapter for you.